In A World Of My Own

I'm in a world of my own,
That no one really shares,
Lonely thoughts of life ahead,
That says no one will care.

Lonely are the years we'll see,
When all are gone away,
We'll sit in a rocker by a widow,
as though we're on display.

Every once in a while,
We'll chuckle at a thought,
And smile as someone greets us,
While in our chair aloan we rock.

Some days will be dark and grey,
Others will seem so bright,
Nothing will seem as they once were,
never again will things seem right.

No one to hold us in their arms,
Or wipe the tears we will cry,
No one to comfort us from fear,
No one will bother to try.

All alone in our own little world,
To make a life so we may live on,
The days filled with dark and gloomy,
You know deep inside this is wrong.

The life that we once knew and loved,
has somehow been taken away,
Leaving us to live a life of gloom,
Leading our lives astray.